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"Then I guess we'll go in an' say how-d'ye-do," continued Cap'n Bill, attempting to enter the doorway. But a soldier barred his way with a lance. "Who are you, what are your names, and where do you come from?" demanded the soldier. "You wouldn't know if we told you," returned the sailor, "seein' as we're strangers in a strange land."
For the present it must be how-d'ye-do and good-bye in one, for my fly is waiting, and I must not fail the train; but you shall let me see yes you shall give me your address, and you can count on early news of me. We must do something for you, Fettes. I fear you are out at elbows; but we must see to that for auld lang syne, as once we sang at suppers." "Money!" cried Fettes; "money from you!
Hare, with his green coat and straw-coloured whiskers; or Sir Henry Foxglove, with his how-d'ye-do like a view-halloo; perhaps, indeed, Colonel Legard, he is handsome. What! do you blush at his name? No; you say 'not Legard: who else is there?" "You are cruel; you trifle with me!" said Evelyn, in tearful reproach; and she rose to go to her own room.
The younger brother was only a little over the ordinary height; he was rather fat than thin; he wore a moustache and whiskers; he dressed smartly and his prevailing expression announced that he was thoroughly well satisfied with himself. But he inherited Benjulia's gipsy complexion; and, in form and colour, he had Benjulia's eyes. "How-d'ye-do, Nathan?" he said.
We were sitting down to supper, when, in answer to a hail from the beach, we were ordered to fetch the liberty men. When we got to them, there was a pretty how-d'ye-do. All of them were more or less drunk, some exceedingly quarrelsome. Now, Mistah Jones was steering our boat, looking as little like a man to take sauce from a drunken sailor as you could imagine.
Suddenly a great John Bull would come bumping in like a cockchafer, and call for his pint. 'Just you watch, the poet would say, and away he crossed over to his victim. 'Good morning, Mr. Oats! 'Why, good morning, sir. How-d'ye-do; I hardly know'd thee. Then presently the voice of the charmer unto the farmer 'Mr.
The thin hair hung over his forehead as if restless fingers had ploughed carelessly through it, and, as he kept one finger on a half-copied paragraph, the cold blue eye said very plainly, "This is a busy time with me; despatch your errand at once." "Good morning, Mr. Campbell; are you particularly engaged?" "How-d'ye-do, Aubrey. I am generally engaged; confoundedly busy this morning.
"Dear mother," said the wee sma' Scoatchman so the hearty Allan dubbed him "dear mother, I just write to inform you that I've been out to a grand dinner at Jock Allan's. He met me on Princes Street, and made a great how-d'ye-do. 'Come out on Thursday night, and dine with me, says he, in his big way. So here I went out to see him. I can tell you he's a warmer!
M. de Bellegarde was a foreigner to his finger-tips, and if Newman had met him on a Western prairie he would have felt it proper to address him with a "How-d'ye-do, Mosseer?" But there was something in his physiognomy which seemed to cast a sort of aerial bridge over the impassable gulf produced by difference of race. He was below the middle height, and robust and agile in figure.
He greeted me, on the evening of his return, with little or nothing of the ceremony and civility of former times no polite speeches of welcome no appearance of extraordinary gratification at seeing me nothing but a short shake of the hand, and a sharp "How-d'ye-do, Miss Halcombe glad to see you again."
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